Leaving behind
A broken heart,
Long years of misunderstanding,
Traditions of hypocrisy,
Tedious lectures
And messy copybooks,
Long days with no customers,
Long nights with no inspiration,
Poetic impressions
And impeccable coaching sessions,
Picking up
New terms to be coined and monetized,
Getting ready to wear new outfits -
Maybe even the oversized ones,
To cast a glance on each busy street
And feel the rush, the heat of productivity
Of the New World,
Where everything's about creativity,
I sit down on a plane
To become insanely happy,
Wealthy and vain...
Or disappear as a ghost
In the summer rain.
Above the ocean
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